Psalms 16:10

• [Psa 16:10] Ye Men Of Israel, Hear

  Ye men of Israel, hear The words of truth and grace, Jesus did in the flesh appear To save a sinking race; A Man of God approved, By signs and wonders known, Jesus, the Father’s well-beloved, The co-eternal Son. The Prince of Life and Peace, By Heav’n’s supreme decree Delivered up, ye dared to seize, And nail Him to the tree; Taken by wicked hands, And crucified and slain; But God hath loosed the mortal bands, And raised Him up again. It was not possible That death should keep his Prey; God would not leave His soul in hell, Or let His flesh decay: His flesh reposed in hope Of the third joyful morn, And then the Father raised Him up, And God again was born. This Jesus is restored To life by power divine; We all proclaim our living Lord, And in His praises join: We are His witnesses, He is gone up on high, Exalted to His native place, He lives no more to die. Again at God’s right hand Our Lord is called to sit, Till all who now His sway withstand Are crushed beneath His feet: Be it to Israel’s seed, To every sinner known, God hath performed His oath indeed, Hath glorified His Son. Sinners, believe He died, And rose to buy your peace; Jesus the Christ, the Crucified, The Lord of Life confess; Repent in Jesus’ Name, Believe and be forgiven, And take the Holy Ghost ye claim, And rise with us to Heaven.

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• [Psa 16:10] When In The Night I Meditate

  When in the night I meditate, On mercies multiplied, My grateful heart inspires my tongue To bless the Lord, my Guide. Forever in my thought the Lord Before my face shall stand, Secure, unmoved, I shall remain, With Him at my right hand. My inmost being thrills with joy And gladness fills my breast; Because on Him my trust is stayed, My flesh in hope shall rest. I know that I shall not be left Forgotten in the grave, And from corruption, Thou, O Lord, Thy holy one wilt save. The path of life Thou showest me; Of joy a boundless store Is ever found at Thy right hand, And pleasures evermore.

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Psalms 30:3

• [Psa 30:3] I Will Extol Thee, Lord On High

  I will extol Thee, Lord on high, At Thy command diseases fly: Who but a God can speak and save, From the dark borders of the grave? Sing to the Lord, ye saints of His, And tell how large His goodness is; Let all your powers rejoice and bless While you record His holiness. His anger but a moment stays; His love is life and length of days; Though grief and tears the night employ, The morning star restores the joy.

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• [Psa 30:3] Lift Your Glad Voices In Triumph On High

  Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die; Vain were the terrors that gathered around Him, And short the dominion of death and the grave; He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound Him, Resplendent in glory to live and to save! Loud was the chorus of angels on high, The Savior hath risen, and man shall not die. Glory to God, in full anthems of joy; The being He gave us death cannot destroy: Sad were the life we must part with tomorrow, If tears were our birthright, and death were our end; But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow, And bade us, immortal, to Heaven ascend: Lift then your voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.

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Psalms 49:15

• [Psa 49:15] Hark! From The Tombs A Dole­ful Sound

  Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound; My ears, attend the cry; “Ye living men, come view the ground Where you must shortly lie. “Princes, this clay must be your bed, In spite of all your towers; The tall, the wise, the rev’rend head Must lie as low as ours!” Great God! is this our certain doom? And are we still secure? Still walking downward to our tomb, And yet prepare no more? Grant us the powers of quick’ning grace, To fit our souls to fly, Then, when we drop this dying flesh, We’ll rise above the sky.

  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 86:13

• [Psa 86:13] Arise, My Soul! My Joyful Powers

  Arise, my soul, my joyful powers, And triumph in my God; Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim His glorious grace abroad. He raised me from the deeps of sin, The gates of gaping hell, And fixed my standing more secure Than ’twas before I fell. The arms of everlasting love Beneath my soul He placed; And on the Rock of ages set My slippery footsteps fast. The city of my blessed abode Is walled around with grace, Salvation for a bulwark stands To shield the sacred place. Satan may vent his sharpest spite, And all his legions roar; Almighty mercy guards my life, And bounds his raging power. Arise, my soul; awake, my voice, And tunes of pleasure sing; Loud hallelujahs shall address My Savior and my King.

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  source: Cyberhymnal